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"And no, don't try to peek using the Omniversal TV either. Mother's there. She'll definitely punish you."
The moment he said that, everyone froze.
Goosebumps.
Chills ran down their spines.
Even the boldest angels gulped.
"No spying…" Samael repeated with a teasing grin.
"Y-Yes, Big Brother!" they all said in unison, stiff like soldiers.
Uriel was staring at the birth of Enoch, and there was a spark of interest in his eyes. Hearing that Big Brother Michael went on vacation, Uriel couldn't help but think—
"Maybe I should take one too…"
After all, none of them had any real assigned duties. Their father never gave them strict roles to begin with. They were just helping out because they were bored. Yup, that's right—most of them, even True Dragons, Primordial Demons and Angels , Fallen Angels, and Jinns—they've all already explored the whole Omniversal Layers.
They've seen everything. Every layer. Every world. Now?
They were just passing time.
So when Uriel heard Michael was off enjoying himself, he thought, Why not me?
"Maybe I'll head to the Cardinal World… that DxD Earth sounds interesting," he mumbled to himself with a smirk. "Could be fun. Maybe even teach little Enoch a thing or two."
That thought settled in his heart.
"Yeah… I'll do it," he nodded.
After all, Father didn't say no.
And if He really didn't want Uriel to go, He could've stopped him already. I mean, Father is truly omniscient and omnipresent. If He hasn't said anything yet, then maybe… this was part of the plan all along?
Uriel smiled. "Well then, it's settled."
Meanwhile, on Earth…
The birth of Enoch felt like a miracle.
Anyone who came near him, no matter how stressed or burdened they were—they felt peace. Like all their pain and worries just vanished into thin air.
Even the land responded.
The crops that were usually attacked or destroyed? Totally fine now. Growing better than ever. Healthy, strong, untouched.
And the oppressors—the people who tried to ruin those crops and harm the worshippers—they couldn't do anything. No matter how hard they tried, they failed.
The people stared in shock. It was a sign. A miracle.
"He really is a prophet," one of them whispered.
"The son of Jared… chosen by the Creator Himself," another added.
They knew they were lucky. No—blessed. To be alive in a time like this. To witness the birth of a true prophet.
They could feel it in their hearts… the era was about to change. The countdown to something big had already started.
[Jared's Point of View]
I was born and started growing up like normal . My father, Mahalalel, used to tell me stories about our great-great-grandparents—Adam and Eve. He told me about their sons too… how Cain killed Abel, how God punished Cain, and how all of that shaped our people.
He also told me something that stuck with me:
"One day, people will still fear God… but their hearts will chase after the material world."
And now, I see it happening—exactly like my father warned.
The people of Zahar are doing just that.
One of them rose as a leader. His name is Zamur. People call him the Gold Lord. Sure, he fears God, but… he loves gold and silver more than anything. He owns all the mines. He even forced his own brothers and sisters—yes, people who share the same blood from Adam and Eve—into slavery just to feed his greed.
And what does he say?
"Yes, God is just. But look! Our Father Adam said God is light. And look at gold—it shines! See? That means wealth is God's blessing. That's why I love gold—it's my way of pleasing Him."
Every time I hear that, I just shake my head. This fool forgot the truth.
God doesn't need anything. He's not human.
Like Adam once said—God is beyond us. He is the Creator.
Then there's another one—Barkan, the so-called Pleasure King. All he wants is food and lust. He built temples where women dance, and kids beg for money outside. He's scared of God, sure… but he keeps doing what he wants.
"Life is short," he says. "Eat, love, live! That's what our ancestor Adam said—to love one another. So I'm doing that. Live. Eat. Love. Forget tomorrow."
Then there's Aramis, the dark priest. He's the worst of all. He calls himself "the voice of God."
Fool.
He curses the poor, takes their things, and says,
"If you can't give me wealth, then God must be angry with you. Only I can save you!"
And people believe him. They fear him. They even call him Messiah.
Zahar has become corrupted. Fathers cheat sons. Brothers betray each other for money. Kids grow up without truth, without values. All they care about is gold, power, and their own pleasure.
And yet… they still fear God.
Not because they love Him… but because they think He'll punish them.
Still, some good people come to me—widows, outcasts, the broken-hearted. They know I'm a direct descendant of Adam and Eve, through Seth and Azura. I welcome them into my village, away from the filth of Zahar.
I named the village Nuora—a place of light.
I live there peacefully. I work as a shepherd. I also know some healing arts—passed down from my father, from Adam himself. And I teach what Adam taught us:
Honor. Humility. Prayer. Respect for the Creator.
Every week, I go out and shout to the people of Zahar:
"You've lost your path!
You build big temples, but your hearts are empty.
Return to the path of Adam.
Worship your Creator—not these idols, not your wealth, not your pleasures!"
Some people cry when they hear me. Some nod… maybe they understand.
But others? They just laugh and walk away.
I shake my head.
They're lost in their own illusions.
But I feel it.
The time is near. The prophet must be born soon.
That night, I walked home. My wife, Nama, is pregnant. She told me something strange—she saw a vision in her dream.
"A child of light," she said.
"Walking among stars… speaking to them."
I paused. I looked at her… and I just knew.
Maybe… just maybe…
Our child… is the one my father Mahalalel spoke of.
The chosen one.
The prophet.
As time passed, I started spending more time on my farm—the land I own. I grow crops to feed the villagers. Sometimes, a few villagers come with me to help out. I'm a shepherd, yeah… but not just that. I also teach people and heal them when I can.
The knowledge I have… it was passed down to me from our ancestors—Adam and Eve.
I teach the people what they taught: how to worship the Creator, how to live with justice, with kindness, with truth.
One night, after feeding my cows, I lay down to sleep in the fields.
Then… something happened.
In my dream, I saw a being—tall and glowing. His presence shook the earth. He looked right at me and spoke with a voice that echoed across the sky.
"O Jared, faithful servant of the Most High… rejoice.
For the Creator has given you a child.
He shall be a prophet—wise, righteous, and protected by divine fire.
You will name him.
He will teach men and women how to read, how to write, how to live with honor.
He will walk with angels.
He will guide the people to the path of light.
And he will warn the wicked to turn back before it's too late.
He will bring light back into this world drowning in darkness."
I stood there, frozen. My eyes wide.
This being… this angel… Wing was as big as the whole city of Zahar. And there were twelve of them—surrounding him. I couldn't see his face. It was covered by a white hood. The light around him was so bright, it almost felt like fire, but it didn't burn.
I was shocked—completely stunned.
I whispered, "But… how? These people… they've lost their way. They kill truth, silence the good. Maybe… maybe even the people of Enoch—the city Cain built—are still better than us. Maybe they still follow the Creator."
The angel turned to me and replied,
"I am Jibriel.
I know many things you do not.
The world may forget the Creator…
but the Creator never forgets the world.
The Creator needs nothing.
But the world… and the people…
they need the Creator to survive.
And remember this—
Whenever darkness covers the land,
the Creator sends someone…
to guide the people back to the light."
Then Jibriel and the others disappeared like mist blown by the wind.